The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1887-04-07
A Mothers Love.
(From the AJbeuilc Press and Banner.)


mothers gentle training and kind and
loving admonitions during youth When
ne were young and unable to help our.
selves our mothers did not hesitate to
sacrifice their own happiness to soothe
our childish wants and SORROWS. When
sickness and sorrow laid US low our
mothers would place the balm of healing
on our cheek and fill our heart with
cheerful glee. There is no sorrow SO
heavy, no sickness so painful that kind
mother cannot alleviate. Her very
presence at sick and dying bed can
give more relief and comfort than the
sympathy of all mankind combined.
Her affections are not satisfied, her con-
ISOLATION is not normal, her sympathy not
false, but all pure and without blemish.
Our friends may sympathize with us but
they cannot have that true feeling like
mothers. Her child's pain is her pain,
his joy her comfort. A good, tender,
loving mother is the greatest blessing
man can have on earth.
My mother is dead; Yes, she sleeps
the uleep that knows no waking. How
cold does the world seem to me in the
absence of my loving mother! How
pure, how gentle we're her loving coun-
sells when living! but when death lays
its icy hands on mothers heart her
admonitions are made doubly sacred.
Yes, her body now lies beneath the sod
but whose soul lives in heaven.
"she, storm-tossed once, is safe with Him.
Healed, comforted, content, forgiven;
And while VIC count these heavy hours
Has been year, year in heaven"
A mothers devotion to her child is
unbounded. If you go to the cell, even
these will that queen amongst women"
a mother, follow you and will surrender
her own happiness to comfort you. She
would willing part with the last penny
to make you happy. She would plead
before the Judge for your life. She
would walk miles to see you. She would
never tire Of praying for you. Wicked
as you may be she would never give you
up. Mean ss you treat her there is
always forgiveness, and if you we're upon
bed of sickness that mother would
never tire of watching you. Day by day
would she watch at your bedside, and
night by night that same loving mother
would be near.
DR.. Talmage in a recent sermon uses
the following to show the trueness of
mothers love: "Oh woman, in your
hour of anguish whom do you want with
your Mother. Young man, in your
hour of .trouble, who do you want to
console you? Mother. If the mother of
Jesus could only have taken those bleed.
ing feet in her lap! If she might have
taken the dying head on her bosom! If
she might have said to Him, "It will
soon be over, Jesus; it will soon be over,
and we will meet again, and it will be all
well.", But no, she dared not come up
30 close. They would have struck her
back with their hammers. They would
have kicked her down the hill. There
can be no alleviation at all. Jesus must
suffer and Mary must look. suppose
she thought of the time when with her
boy in her bosom she hastened on in the
darkness in the flight towards Egypt. I
suppose she thought of his boyhood when
be was the Joy of her heart. I suppose
she thought of the thousand kindnesses
he had done her, not forsaking her or
forgetting her, even in his last moment,
but turning to John and saying, "There
is mother, take her with you. She is old
now. She cannot help herself. DO for
her just as 1 would have done for her if
I had lived. Be very tender and gentle
with her. Behold thy motherl She
thought it all over, and there is no mem
ory like mothers memory, and there is
no woe like mothers woe."
Don't be ashamed of your mother,
though her face may be wrinkled, her
dress shabby, her figure bent, her eyes
dim, she is the best friend you have, or
can ever have, on this earth. Do all you
can to comfort her. Other boys mothers
may dress finer, may be more popular,
but their mother cannot love any harder
than yours.
Ifyou mistreat your mother when she
is living you will regret it when she is
dead, and it will nearly break your
heart. But if you are kind to her and
lose no opportunity of comforting her
it will be pleasant to remember after she
is dead; you will look back to that time,
you will rejoice and tears of joy will 6ll
your eyes, and you will be glad when the
angel of death shall bear your soul away
to that blissful abode, and the first to
meet you at the gate of heaven will be
your dear mother.
Fathers have been known to turn their
backs on children, brothers and sisters
have become inveterate enemies, hus-
bands have deserted their wives, and
wives their husbands, but show if you
can case where mother has ceased to
love her child. Alas! how little do we
appreciate a mothers tenderness while
living How needless are We in youth of
all her anxious tenderness But when
she is dead and gone, when the cares and
coldness of the world come wilhering to
our hearts, when we experience how hard
it is to find true sympathy, how few love
US for ourselves, how few will befriend us
in misfortune, then it is that we think of
the mother that we have lost. The loss
of mother is always felt.
If there is time when one feels like
losing the shoes from his feet, uncovering
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